Inferno: A Devil Chaser's MC Romance by L Wilder, Brooke Asher Page A
Authors: L Wilder, Brooke Asher
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They’ve already shown that they can get to us. Now, we need to let them know we can get to them. We have to get them where it counts.”
“Bobby needs to look into their dealings with the gangs in Memphis. You know he has several of them pissed because he ripped them off. We can use that to our advantage. We also need to get with the other MCs in the area and get as much information on their club as we can. The more we know about them, the better.”
“Make it happen. Get with Bobby on it and let me know what you find out. I’m gonna make a few calls. We’ll have to handle this ourselves, but the more information we have against them, the easier it’ll be. Be ready to share what you find out with me later today. I’m calling a meeting so we can get things moving.”
After working several hours on hacking into the Memphis City Police database, Bobby discovered that Duce was under investigation for more than they expected. Apparently, he had a thing for young girls. Very young girls. When he looked at the pictures the police had collected, he had to fight back the urge to get sick. He couldn’t imagine what kind of sick bastard could do that to a child. The police had also targeted Duce’s club for gun trafficking and dealing illegal drugs. They hadn’t made a connection to the Devil Chasers MC yet, so they were lucky they got out when they did. Duce was a sick fucker, and Bobby didn’t feel guilty at all about making him pay. He gathered his information into a file to give Renegade. He knew he would be talking to Bishop about what he found. He looked forward to hearing their plan for taking the Diablos down.
Renegade was waiting for Bishop at the bar. He was looking over the folder of information Bobby had given him. He had also been in contact one of his friends from a MC in Memphis. Bishop was eager to see what they’d found out. He took the seat next to Renegade at the bar.
Renegade looked away from his file and over to Bishop. “It turns out that Duce has a shitload of trouble sitting at his back door. He’s under investigation with the police for all sorts of shit. They got him for trafficking drugs, guns, and apparently he has a thing for little girls. He also owes a shitload of money to the Southwest Jackals. They’re one of the rougher gangs in Memphis. The Diablos shorted them on their last four drop offs, and they haven’t paid their half of the boot for the past two months. The Jackals are pissed and ready to make him pay up…one way or another. They might be willing to work with us. Pops knows one of their advisors. He could call him and feel them out.”
“None of that surprises me. He’s a lowlife motherfucker. We need to get the Jackals to set up a fake drop off. With a tip to our contacts with the cops, we can get him busted. We just need the Jackals to agree to the setup. Get Pops on it,” Bishop turned to leave. “Good work, Renegade. It’s time to share what you found out with the rest of the crew.”
Later that night the guys came to meet for church. It was their time to discuss club business. The guys all voted in agreement for Renegade to be their new Sergeant of Arms. Bishop had been confident that they wouldn’t vote against him. He was the right man for the job, and he’d proven it by working out the plan for Duce. Bishop felt good about his decision, and he knew that Renegade would make sure things were handled with the Diablos.
It was getting late, and Bishop hadn’t talked to Tessa. A smile spread across his face when he thought about her threat to his balls. He decided he’d better touch base with her. He called her phone and it rang several times, but she didn’t answer. He decided to text her.
Bishop:
Checking in. You doing okay?
Tessa:
Yes. At the movies with the kids. Some cartoon with cavemen. My brain cells are dying by the minute. :)
Bishop:
Have fun. Just wanted you to know that I was thinking about you.
Tessa:
Been
“Bobby needs to look into their dealings with the gangs in Memphis. You know he has several of them pissed because he ripped them off. We can use that to our advantage. We also need to get with the other MCs in the area and get as much information on their club as we can. The more we know about them, the better.”
“Make it happen. Get with Bobby on it and let me know what you find out. I’m gonna make a few calls. We’ll have to handle this ourselves, but the more information we have against them, the easier it’ll be. Be ready to share what you find out with me later today. I’m calling a meeting so we can get things moving.”
After working several hours on hacking into the Memphis City Police database, Bobby discovered that Duce was under investigation for more than they expected. Apparently, he had a thing for young girls. Very young girls. When he looked at the pictures the police had collected, he had to fight back the urge to get sick. He couldn’t imagine what kind of sick bastard could do that to a child. The police had also targeted Duce’s club for gun trafficking and dealing illegal drugs. They hadn’t made a connection to the Devil Chasers MC yet, so they were lucky they got out when they did. Duce was a sick fucker, and Bobby didn’t feel guilty at all about making him pay. He gathered his information into a file to give Renegade. He knew he would be talking to Bishop about what he found. He looked forward to hearing their plan for taking the Diablos down.
Renegade was waiting for Bishop at the bar. He was looking over the folder of information Bobby had given him. He had also been in contact one of his friends from a MC in Memphis. Bishop was eager to see what they’d found out. He took the seat next to Renegade at the bar.
Renegade looked away from his file and over to Bishop. “It turns out that Duce has a shitload of trouble sitting at his back door. He’s under investigation with the police for all sorts of shit. They got him for trafficking drugs, guns, and apparently he has a thing for little girls. He also owes a shitload of money to the Southwest Jackals. They’re one of the rougher gangs in Memphis. The Diablos shorted them on their last four drop offs, and they haven’t paid their half of the boot for the past two months. The Jackals are pissed and ready to make him pay up…one way or another. They might be willing to work with us. Pops knows one of their advisors. He could call him and feel them out.”
“None of that surprises me. He’s a lowlife motherfucker. We need to get the Jackals to set up a fake drop off. With a tip to our contacts with the cops, we can get him busted. We just need the Jackals to agree to the setup. Get Pops on it,” Bishop turned to leave. “Good work, Renegade. It’s time to share what you found out with the rest of the crew.”
Later that night the guys came to meet for church. It was their time to discuss club business. The guys all voted in agreement for Renegade to be their new Sergeant of Arms. Bishop had been confident that they wouldn’t vote against him. He was the right man for the job, and he’d proven it by working out the plan for Duce. Bishop felt good about his decision, and he knew that Renegade would make sure things were handled with the Diablos.
It was getting late, and Bishop hadn’t talked to Tessa. A smile spread across his face when he thought about her threat to his balls. He decided he’d better touch base with her. He called her phone and it rang several times, but she didn’t answer. He decided to text her.
Bishop:
Checking in. You doing okay?
Tessa:
Yes. At the movies with the kids. Some cartoon with cavemen. My brain cells are dying by the minute. :)
Bishop:
Have fun. Just wanted you to know that I was thinking about you.
Tessa:
Been
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